| [Sep. 1st, 2008|04:11 pm] |
Kakashi hit the roof on his knees, kiltered sideways by Ryouma's lock on his wrist, and tried to twist away. His head ducked down, eyes squeezing tightly closed. Ryouma's grip became a vice, yanking him back. He struggled, fighting blind, and the other man's weight crashed heavily into his chest, a knee driving hard into his solar-plexus.
For a choked moment, air went away. He fell backwards and hit the roof, losing skin as cold black tar rasped it away. Ryouma didn't grant him the necessarily half-second to recover; the older ninja landed on him, most of his weight on Kakashi's chest, hands grabbing his wrists to rip them down and pin them by his sides.
Oddly, it was the insult that hurt more.
Kakashi strained, desperate to get away, and didn't manage to budge Ryouma an inch; for a man who was bleeding, the other ninja was putting up a much better fight. Something warm dripped lightly onto Kakashi's stomach, rolling away down his flank. He stiffened.
"Get off." The words came out on a strangled hiss. His heels dug into the roof. "Get away!" |
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